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21 Monday Mar 2016

Posted by Tyson Alexander in General, Love, Patience

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A few weeks ago, the youth of our ward hosted a ‘sweethearts’ dinner for the empty nester couples in our ward (couples aged 55+ or whose children have all left the home).  This dinner was held the week of Valentine’s day, so naturally the theme was love.  I was asked by the organizer to say a few words following the dinner (as part of the actual program), which may or may not have been wise (depending on who you ask) on the topic of love.  So, I thought about the target audience (young men and young women aged 12-18, and seniors over 55 who – based on life experience – have very different ideas about what love is), and debated on what I could say to the primary audience – people who have been married longer than I have been alive – about love, since they all know more about it than I do.

I wasn’t really coming up with much on my own. But, then I had the best idea ever – to call my grandpa.  He’s 84, very wise, and has given me many lessons about love whether he meant to at the time or not.  He has also been married1 for longer than I’ve been alive – much longer.  I just knew he would know exactly what to say to this audience.

Prior to calling him, I thought about the millions of times my brothers and I were at his house doing yard work at my grandmothers rather unique bidding.  She was very particular, opinionated, a bit feisty, and she always got exactly what she wanted.  These traits appeared to my 16-year-old yard worker eyes to be torture (suffering) since I failed to see any rationale or sound reasoning for most of it.  There are many lessons that were shared by my grandfather’s extraordinary patience, calm words, and loving example, most of which I have yet to fully understand.2 But, when I was 16, It just seemed like non-stop torture because I didn’t quite understand what was happening and how someone could change their mind so many times and still be right every single time.  In all this thinking – I forgot (code for failed) to actually call my grandpa and ask him for his thoughts.

So, my speaking engagement arrived, and I was standing in front of this senior crowd, the first thing out of my mouth went something like this: “Those of you who have been married for a long time, will likely understand what I’m about to say much better I do, and certainly much better than the youth that are here eating dinner with you, but I am going to quote a scripture – one of the most famous scriptures – on pure love.  Please pay attention to the very first word used to describe the characteristics of this pure love…… ‘And charity suffereth long……’”  Then I paused, and then highlighted the fact that of all the words to describe love, the first one we get is that it ‘suffereth long’.3

While that got a chuckle out of the crowd, because I imagine they are all a bit like my grandpa, in the sense that the youth (who don’t understand quite yet what love really is) think that the longer you are married, the longer you suffer – especially if one of the partners tends to be a bit particular and/or vocal, feisty, or needy about a few things (which youth perceive as ‘torture’ or ‘suffering’) – and most of us can at least relate jokingly to that idea.

But, what comes next in that scripture is the most important – the word and (and is such an overlooked word – probably because of how often it is used), is very important – especially in this verse (Moroni 7:45) because of how it expands on the phrase and our understanding of ‘suffereth long’ and those other qualities that follow it.  Charity suffereth long and is kind. We all know plenty of people who ‘suffer’ (for any length of time) and immediately get crotchety and mean, but how many people who suffer can be kind to everyone else while they are suffering?  The fact is that most of us turn into raging maniacs just because we haven’t eaten in a few hours (basically as soon as we start to ‘suffer’ we cease to be kind).

When we are squeezed (tempted, tried, tested, etc.) or made to ‘suffer’ or even ‘suffer long’ are we kind (meaning at the same time)?  We should be.  Yet, Moroni and Paul didn’t just stop there (with kindness).  They both taught that in order to have real love, we need to be kind, and envy not, and be not puffed up, and4 seek not our own, and be not easily provoked, and think no evil, and rejoice not in iniquity (wickedness in the world, or other people’s failures), but (rather) rejoice in the truth, and bear all things, and believe all things, and hope all things, and endure all things – all simultaneously while suffering long (in good times and in bad).  That is love.  J-Biebs never sings about those things does he….

When you make cookies, if you forget to add flour, your cookies are not going to be cookies.  They might sort of look like cookies, but they won’t taste like cookies.  They might taste like love without kindness or love with a dash of envy – just a bit off (maybe a mirage of a cookie).  The same is true if you forget salt, baking soda, sugar, eggs, or any other of the necessary ingredients.  The recipe calls for all of the individual ingredients to work together to create a cookie – not just a ball of butter and sugar with a chocolate chip or two disguised as a cookie.  The closer you get to adding all of the ingredients in the dough, the closer you get to a real cookie.

Recently, our little community (ward/stake) was heartbroken over the tragic and sudden death of a young mother of 5 children that we all knew and loved.  AND, it presented an opportunity for pure love to be shown.  Her husband (a bishop, and someone who is filled to overflowing with this pure love), and his 5 kids began to suffer (and will continue to suffer ‘long’ because of their new and very different life without her) beyond what most of us will ever need to endure, AND they were kind.   And he (the husband) didn’t envy.  And he thinks no evil.  And he is bearing all things.  In responding to our thoughts, prayers, words, and love following her passing, he was only worried about us, our family, and how we were doing.  He is a Christ-like cookie – possessing all of the necessary ingredients for love. Their oldest son (age 15) spent the first few minutes of his talk during the funeral thanking other people who had showed him support and love and kindess during the past few days, and in coming to the funeral to show love for his mother.  He was a spitting image of his father, and a very tangible fruit of his parents’ love and intentional effort in parenting with love.

So, the next time we read a list of attributes or a list of ingredients for gospel living (the scriptures are full of them), let us notice the use of ‘and’ (or commas) and remember that the requirement is not to choose only the best or first item on the list, but to somehow multi-task and incorporate all of the items on the list.  Or the next time you feel like you are ‘suffering’ remember that part of the reason mortality is stuffed full of difficult circumstances, challenges, and hard times is so that we can learn to suffer and be kind – just like Jesus.

 

 

 

Notes

1 My grandmother passed away 4 years ago, but they are very much still married.

2 I probably won’t even understand until I am 84 just how amazing my grandfather really is, and what true love really is.  By then, the memories of what he taught me at such a young age, will finally dawn on me.

3 See Moroni 7:45, and to be sure we understand, the exact same phrase was used (first again) in 1 Cor. 13:4

4 Although a comma is used in this phrase (and others that follow) in the context of separating similar adjectives, the meaning of ‘and’ is implied in the use of those commas.

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Treasure In Earthen Vessels

20 Sunday Sep 2015

Posted by Colby Alexander in General, Holy Ghost, Jesus Christ, Light, Love, Motivation, Opposition, Poems, Strength, Trials, Weakness

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Sometimes we don’t see our own worth in the eyes of God. We are his children, and he knows and loves each one of us perfectly. We mean everything to Him. He knows us, our problems, our fears, our apprehensions, our insecurities, our weaknesses, our doubts, our reservations, everything. He knows how we feel, how we think, how we are afraid to open up to our problems, and admit them even to ourselves. He knows! And He understands. And yet, He still loves us unconditionally! Sometimes, we need to remind ourselves of our true worth in His eyes, not our own, or anyone else’s. Just His.

For our Sunday School lesson this week, part of the scripture reading was in 2 Corinthians Chapter 4. As I was skimming through those verses, I read this which beautifully explained this principle to me. This is Paul speaking…

6 For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.
7 But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.
8 We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;
9 Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed;

I loved these words of encouragement. Paul and all the Saints and apostles and disciples were being persecuted for what they believed. But, in their sadness, pain, and worry, they had solace in Jesus Christ and in the comfort that He gives. The closer to the Comforter we get, the greater our resilience to pain, and suffering becomes, and the closer we get to our Savior.

Lets all look at our difficult times as opportunities to become closer to the Comforter, and to Jesus Christ who sends Him to us.

 

A Humble Prayer

My God! Through vessel weak and frail,
Wherein thy treasure hides,
Come shine thy light through darkened veil,
reveal my heart inside,

Real power comes through thee, not I,
Thy will, not mine, I’ll do,
‘Tho trouble, pain, despair reside,
Thy comfort will be true,

And when dark hours shall pass me by,
and I, cast down, will be,
As I look to thy treasure’s light,
Thy face, Thy love, Ill see!

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Dream Dreams

29 Wednesday Jul 2015

Posted by Colby Alexander in Blessings, Dreams, General, Love, Poems, Sports, Visions

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In 1992 the greatest basketball team in the history of the world was assembled. It was the Barcelona Olympics, and for the first time, NBA players were allowed to represent team U.S.A. It was epic.

The team consisted of Larry Bird, Magic Johnson, Michael Jordan, John Stockton, Karl Malone, Scottie Pippin, Clyde Drexler, Charles Barkley, Patrick Ewing, David Robinson, Chris Mullin, and just to be fair to all the other countries, they included some guy from Duke named Christian Laettner.

 

The games weren’t even close enough to be called a joke, they were a complete slaughter. The closest game was a 32 point win over Croatia in the Gold Medal game 117-85.

It was like the Payson, Utah Jr jazz team versus the Harlem Globetrotters. It was fun to watch. They were representing the USA in the game we invented. They were rightly dubbed, the “Dream Team”.

The Dream Team was the epitome of greatness, everyone wanted to be just like them, even the teams they were playing against! They got to live out the most dominant display of basketball skill ever. They were untouchable, beyond reproach, unbeatable, you couldn’t stop them, only hope to contain them. They were a real life dream come true.

They were one kind of “Dream Team” But, we could also put together another team that could share the same name, but in a slightly different context. This other “dream team” could be comprised of all the Prophets or even regular people in scriptures who have had famous “dreams”.

Just to name a few….

Lehi, Nephi, Alma, Omer, Abimlech, Laban the Syrian, Pharaoh, Solomon, Nebuchadnezzar, Jacob, Daniel, Joseph Father of Jesus, and even Pilot’s wife.

Dreams are just one way that the Lord can use to speak to us. He has always used dreams to communicate. Sometimes its to reveal a doctrinal discourse like the Tree of Life, and sometimes its just to warn, or to encourage. And sometimes its just a fun way our brain takes away all the limitations of a mortal mind, and lets loose on the infinite potential of our imagination!

How many times have we had dreams that may be a little more than just us showing up to school in just our underwear? or having all of our teeth fall out? How many times have we been shown something, or seen something, or felt something that may be a bit more meaningful? Is it possible?

The Lord is the same today, yesterday and forever. He did it before, why not now?

In Joel 2:28 it says……

“And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions:

I have had a few times where I have had dreams that were a bit more than the ordinary kind. I have had some that were actually quite meaningful to me. Not exactly like the dreams of Lehi or Nephi, but personal ones that have made a difference in my life. I knew, for example, that my youngest son, would be a boy before we had an ultrasound. I think the Lord gives us little snippets, or hints, just to remind us that He is close, and is aware of us.

Next time we have a special dream, where we see someone who may have passed, or an event we may have been worrying about, or something especially encouraging, maybe we should write it down, and work on the assumption that maybe, just maybe, it was sent to us on purpose, and that it may be our Heavenly Father sending a little note to us, to remind us He is there, and that He is listening.

 

Dream Dreams

When all the noise of day is gone and silence fills our ears,
Our mortal eyes at last we close, and daylight disappears.

And as we dream the dreams that mortal consciousness abates,
Our minds become the canvas where a masterpiece awaits!

We win! We sing! We save the world, with superhuman powers!
No limits to what’s possible! These precious dreaming hours!

We soar through space with ease of thought,
Just wishing- and it’s done!
We fly! defying gravity! Never tiring as we run.

But, sometimes we can see ahead, or we can sense or feel
A moment, person, or event that is, in truth, quite real.

But, when our sleepy eyes again perceive the light of day,
And wakefulness returns, our mortal limits are replaced.

But, even then, some special dreams endure our consciousness.
For they were placed there by design, to act as messages.

Of love, or of encouragement, to comfort or to teach.
Instructions given when the mortal mind is tough to reach!

In wakeful times the constant noise brings deafness to our ears,
But, dreams can be a wink from Heav’n
Reminding us it’s near.

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The Language of Love

19 Monday Jan 2015

Posted by Tyson Alexander in Language, Love

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Many of us know or have heard about the five love languages1 for us and our relationships with each other.  The process of reading about, discovering, perhaps even engaging in friendly discussions with our loved ones about, and filling out the questionnaire to determine which of the five languages best describe us is very interesting.  At the end of the day, we get to determine (or at least be guided in thinking about) how we (as mortals) show our love to and for others, AND perhaps even more importantly whether we are actually aware of the most effective way that our spouses and/or family members want to be shown love.  Because after all, we understand a language (how we interpret love being shown to us) and we speak2 a language (how we think we show love to others), and so does everyone else, but sometimes we may not even be saying or hearing the same things.

For a quick summary; if a persons love language is receiving gifts, they tend to equate receiving a gift with love very easily (meaning they understand that the person who gave them a gift must be showing them love), but if that person is told (words of affirmation) of their worth, perhaps hugged (physical touch), accompanied on a walk (quality time) by their significant other, or service (dishes, laundry, etc.) is performed on their behalf (acts of service) they may have harder time identifying that particular act with being shown love.  They may view it as something entirely different such as duty, or perhaps not even notice it at all despite the intent from the giver of the act or words.  In the same light, that same person may have a tendency to give gifts to loved ones in a very real effort to show love, because they readily identify with that language – even if their love language isn’t the same.  This can lead to confusion because one individual is very clearly showing love, but the one they are showing love to has a completely different idea of what that demonstration should be.  If I speak the language of quality time, words of affirmation won’t seem to do the trick, or if I feel love by physical touch, I doubt gifts or acts of service will carry the same weight.

Suddenly, the confusion at the tower of Babel seems pretty familiar, at least until the people who were (or are) involved identify that they are likely saying the same thing, just in a language that has been confounded.4 So, the responsible parties (those who are trying to communicate with each other) are left to either find common ground (helpful), learn everyone else’s language (best option) or forever be presented with a problem ‘such as is common to man’3 (and by man I mean mankind, not the male gender).

Before moving forward I wish to express my feelings that none of us are limited to a single love language.  While it may be true or generally prevalent thought that we have a primary love language, I am not one to limit ourselves with a singular language.  I think that we are capable of understanding a lot more about love with a bit of understanding and maybe some effort on our part.  I also think that by understanding more about all of the love languages, and making a sincere effort to identify with, appreciate, and even attempt to recreate them it makes a better communicator (obviously), and therefore more capable of both giving and receiving love in various ways.  This, in the end is the goal.  Love.5

This knowledge became an understanding for me recently, because I was able to apply this to (by apply I mean retroactively think about and identify with) a real life situation.  Since that understanding, I thought to share this thought, even though most if not all of the people who will read this post will say something like “no duh.   Tyson just informed me of something that I have known for so long, that I don’t even remember learning it.”

Part 1 of my awareness: Christmas just passed, and I was thinking about all the ‘gifts’ that I gave and all the gifts that I received, and I started to wonder how those gifts that I had given were received by those to whom they’d been given.

Part 2 of my awareness: I have been thinking about some situations that are less than ideal6 involving people that I love (which includes me – which is why I used the word involved).  Situations could mean a variety of things, including words, actions, thoughts, assumptions, etc. which provide the all too frequent opportunity for discussion, discomfort, awkwardness, concern, terror, fear and maybe even anger or forgiveness.

As I was thinking about these two things, I started to understand some things at the same time:

1)   I get answers to my problems (and everyone else’s) 7 in life through books (reading, studying, etc.).  Or at least, that’s how I get most of the way through the problems.  I read, then I read some more, and then I keep reading.   Then when I’m done, I compare it with what I’ve read.  That’s MY love language.

2)   I try to give other people the solutions to their problems by speaking my language to them.  This was a sobering fact for me, and one that I was able to see very clearly (after it was too late), and this was very much based on my previous understanding (which is probably better termed a reinforced confirmation because I mostly knew it already).

As I was reflecting on the gifts that I had given last year, and as I was thinking of what to get those that I love most, guess what kept popping into my head…..yep, books.  I wanted to give everyone books (I did last year).  What I intend in this gift is that these are literally stacks of gold.  Golden objects that contain the answers to all the questions and that speak the language of love.   They have the ability to answer all the questions and solve all your problems.   I had carefully selected books that I knew would provide critical clarity to a particular issue – because I had found what I thought they needed there.  But, what I did not realize is that I was speaking the wrong language to them.  It was as if I were babbling in some strange tongue while they were looking at me and nodding with a smile and thinking to themselves…”wow, a book.  I hate reading.  Thanks Tyson” (this is further insight into the story I shared here).

The connection is a simple scripture passage, and one that I feel ties this whole thing together.  Especially when we try to understand that the language of love can be spoken and therefore heard, and it can be shown and therefore felt, and if we are honest, the language of love can be demonstrated in an infinite number of different ways, because the way that we feel love or receive love can and will be just as varied.  But, there is someone who can, does, and will speak every single love language, and this is critical because as it says in scripture (especially referring to words/actions/etc. as empowered by the holy ghost) that “every man heard them speak in his own language”.8

This means that regardless of what my love language is, the spirit speaks to me in that language, because that’s the language I understand, and because the Lord and the spirit know this, they continue to speak to me in that language. And what’s even better is the scripture says that particular language, the one I hear, it’s “my own language”. It is my own language, and I love it.  I speak it.  I feel it.  I read it.  I hear it.  I know it.  I absorb it.  I know the difference in intonations and inflections; I know about past participles and dangling prepositions.  I know the seemingly conflicting rules of grammar and I know the difference between their, there, and they’re.  I know and recognize different accents, meanings, contexts, and intentions. It’s ‘my’ language.  I don’t know these things because I studied or learned them all – I just know them because ‘it’s my language’.  It’s how the spirit speaks to me.  It’s how the Lord communicates with me.  It’s ‘my’9 language of love and I can promise you that there isn’t anyone else who speaks ‘my’ language.  We all get our own, and the common denominator is the spirit.  When we understand this – the phrase ‘love languages’ fits perfectly, because that’s exactly what true communion with deity is – love.  A love so deep and so intense that he mastered every single language just so that he could be the most effective at demonstrating it to me.  Just me, and just you.  We could say that He IS this language.   This is an amazing idea.

Now, on to the morals of this story:

  1. Let us be ever so grateful that the Lord and the spirit speak ‘our own’ love language perfectly, and speak to us and show us love via that language – in a way that is super effective if and when we recognize it.
  2. Let us try harder to recognize the language that others speak (this is not easy) – especially because sometimes we can’t just ask them what it is.That is part of the challenge and responsibility we have as their loved ones – to find it out in order to best serve and love them.  Remember that this love, this pure love, “suffereth long, and is kind, and envieth not, and is not puffed up, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil, … beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things”. 10

Let us seek to hear and speak and feel and show this love, to share this love, and to become this love.

Notes:

1 The five love languages are identified as follows: Physical Touch, Words of Affirmation, Receiving Gifts, Quality Time, and Acts of Service as outlined by Gary Chapman in his book “The 5 Love Languages, The Secret to Love That Lasts’.

2 Even though languages are typically spoken, I will likely use ‘feel’ in place of ‘hear’ or ‘speak’ and their various relatives at different points, just because it is hard to ‘hear’ or speak any of the languages except for words of affirmation.  Other uses for ‘hearing/speaking’ a language may also include ‘show’.

3 See Gen. 11:4-9

4 1 Cor. 10:13

5 While this word, it’s meaning, and the infinite depths that we could explore to find applicable notes are many, a few will suffice; they include 1) “Charity” with all of it’s implications, requirements, and power and 2) “God is Love”, and 3) “All you need is love” (The Beatles, and perhaps more definitively and explicitly it’s variation “Love is all you need” as phrased by Pearl Jam).

6 ‘Less that ideal’ is a nice way to say ‘broken, strained, lacking completion, or even a bit uncomfortable’.

7 This is not to assume that I actually have the answers for anyone else except me – but that doesn’t stop me from trying to solve everybody else’s problems.  After all, it’s easy for me to see the motes that are in other people’s eyes, exactly what they need to remove them, and which methods and equipment would be best suited for that purpose.  Please realize I understand full well that both of my eyes are overflowing with beams.

8 See Acts 2:1-6

9 Please note my same feelings here (that I don’t feel any of us are limited to a single love language).  While it may be true that ‘my own’ language is absolutely my primary language, I think that we are capable of understanding a lot more about love when we understand it’s true meaning in multiple languages.  This can be proved by those who speak multiple languages, especially those from which the scriptures have been translated, and when those who speak multiple languages compare translations to better understand intent, context, etc.  This idea is furthered and confirmed when we think of scriptures, parables, types, shadows, similitudes, etc. since there is much more being relayed than just the words and if we don’t understand all of the languages that are being spoken/written, we will miss out.

10 Moroni 7:45 (see also 1 Cor. 13:4-7)

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Hidden Kingdom

21 Friday Nov 2014

Posted by Colby Alexander in Love, Marriage, Poems

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Thursday was my 15th anniversary and so this post will veer from my usual fare…Its a little something I came up with for my wife.

Hidden Kingdom

Her Hidden Kingdom few can see,
because they fail to look.
To blinded eyes, her status hides,
Concealed, as is a book.



Her hidden kingdom thrives within
The walls of divine make,
Protecting, loving, nurturing,
Partnering to create.

Her hidden kingdom strengthens all,
Who pass within its sphere.
Who feel the power of her love,
That quells the fire of fear.



Her hidden kingdom grows in glory,
Each year that passes by,
More light, more love,
truth from above,
Received from Him on high.

Her queenly crown rests on her head
The symbol of her reign.
It shows to all who’s eyes are clear
The glory she’s obtained.

Upon her crown four golden spires
Reach upward nigh to God,
Like tender plants whose roots are deep,
In nutritious gospel sod.

Each spire unique and beautiful,
Each different – yet the same,
Each one reflects the light they’re giv’n
Each one, from God they came.



And in these spires of golden make
Rest diamonds all therein,
Reflecting 15 shades of bright,
Revealing what’s within-



Her heart, is where she shines the most,
And with each passing year,
The shades of bright intensify,
And seem to draw more near-



To God himself, who sits on high,
Directing us below,
She is a queen, she is MY queen,
And with her- I will go.



Until her hidden kingdom,
No longer shielded from outside,
Gives light and glory endlessly,
No longer veiled inside.

A kingdom open, fair, and bright,
For all to see and praise-
Her princes, and her princesses,
In truth and light did raise.


To soon be kings and queens themselves,
With crowns of Godly light,
To grow in strength and power
and,
Shed weakness, toil, and plight.

Then all shall wonder, and shall see,
The queen she’s grown to be,
No longer hid inside, book closed,
But plain, praised openly.



Then all will comprehend her place,
What glory, love and grace,
The light reflecting in her crown,
Is light from God’s own face.

For all God’s light, and truth, and love,
Within her all shall see,
And wonder praise and glory give,
Queen of MY family.

She is my queen, She is my life,
For her I hope to be,
A worthy king, Her worthy king,
Throughout eternity.

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